So I’m at the grocery (day before Easter, bad idea, I know). There was this man there with his kid. He had him in one of those giant carts that has a little car thing on the front for the children to play in. First of all, hi, that thing barely fits down the aisle in the crowded store. Let alone turning it around…
Anyway, I felt really bad for the guy. This kid was a BRAT. An all caps BRAT! He was constantly reaching out, knocking crap over. Whenever the cart stopped he was trying to escape. The poor man was trying so hard to control him and get the shopping done, how could ya not feel for him?
So we finish in the store and are driving out of the lot when we see the man again. He was wheeling that cart to his car. I noticed that he had a case of beer. I said to Richard “With a kid like that he should’ve got two cases of beer.”
Okay, I guess you had to be there…
tagged: grocery beer brat
